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About Vienna

But then—bam—she hops in, and I’m hit with this smell. Perfume and cigarettes, like a dive bar exploded. “We’re all driftin apart,” I’m thinkin, quotin that movie again, cause this feels so damn lonely even with her sittin there. I ask her name—Candy, she says, and I’m rollin my eyes. Candy? C’mon, that’s faker than a three-dollar bill! Gets me riled up—why lie bout somethin so small? But whatever, I’m in it now.

Current situation

Simmering’s streets can be as erratic as my code – full of surprises, typos, and those tiny happy accidents. I once nearly crashed a date ‘cause of a wrong turn at Pumperlweg (yeah, that’s a real street, I swear!). It’s maddening sometimes but that’s what makes it interesting. Mistakes, laughter, unexpected connections – it’s all love, baby.